Deus - Favourite Game lyrics
[Deus - Favourite Game lyrics]
The sponsor's sweating
The girls are fretting but he's getting away
With re-fuck this city crawler
Would like to howler he's not a brawler
But he's got something to say
Like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette rest your eyes
Got no tears for a love song rest your eyes
You got it coming on
How late the favorite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and
Shame into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now, baby, can you put me through?
It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow
I feel at home in your pressure dome
Let's jettison in unison
That monotonous drone (It's)
Like burning down a flat to light a cigarette
Rest your eyes got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes you got it coming on
How late the favorite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and
Shame into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
I don't wanna look at the receding moon
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now, baby, can you put me through?
Oh, let me hype this dream
My own promo machine wipe your belly clean
Like a 'Behind the scenes'
We've been there before
I always been your whore
But now, I want it more
I am bored and lonely tonight
The girls are fretting but he's getting away
With re-fuck this city crawler
Would like to howler he's not a brawler
But he's got something to say
Like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette rest your eyes
Got no tears for a love song rest your eyes
You got it coming on
How late the favorite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and
Shame into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now, baby, can you put me through?
It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow
I feel at home in your pressure dome
Let's jettison in unison
That monotonous drone (It's)
Like burning down a flat to light a cigarette
Rest your eyes got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes you got it coming on
How late the favorite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and
Shame into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
I don't wanna look at the receding moon
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now, baby, can you put me through?
Oh, let me hype this dream
My own promo machine wipe your belly clean
Like a 'Behind the scenes'
We've been there before
I always been your whore
But now, I want it more
I am bored and lonely tonight